National Poetry Month – Week Two

For a brief moment, the sun shines brightly overheadThe tendrils of winter recede, and we once again venture outdoorsWe open doors and windows, and drive with the top down, to slough off The doldrums of the chilly months.But wait.Within this brightness, an insidious intruder awaitsTo quietly enter those egresses, unbeknownstUntil it is too late, and we look in horror at our shiny surfaces,Lightly touched with the yellows of spring.Pollen season has begun.

April 10 – It is a strange rhyme pattern: two pairs of words with assonance, bracketed by rhymes in the first and last lines.

Oh granite blocks, and wars, and locks.By window the dog curled below, in her world,The sounds of the cello rebound and say hello.And straight across, the homeless wait, lostTheir dreams and their stories, schemes and glories,Lie huddled and weary, eyes muddled and bleary.The streets of this city beats, without pity,Where drunks stumble from bars and punks steal their cars.Billions shove and die, love and cry,The urban sprawl, the suburban mall. We are so mere, we should adore and hold dear, our Planet so.

April 11th – Done in the style of Ogden Nash

My leather beltIt kept his innards in;It keeps my outers up!

April 12th – Haiku

I rake final leavesAs the flowers of the springJoyously open.

April 13th – Prepping my parent’s house for their return after six months

There once was a couple so grayThey scared me by heading this wayMy stuff I cleaned outBoth inside and outOMG They’ll be here by Wednesday!

April 14th – Tax Day Eve, done in the style of a Shakespearian quotation

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